night and day [h.s]

three

Harry was so sure he knew everyone that lived in this building. He knew the family that lived on the third floor: DeFlores with her three kids Georgia, Richard, and Kimmy. He knew James, his dealer. He knew Mrs. Nottes on the fourth floor who was a florist, she was the only one that was so kind enough to gift him something on his birthday last year.

So he was confused when he saw a hooded figure walk up the stairs before him. He was the only one that liked taking the stairs in this apartment building. Humans came to that moment where they'd rather wait and stand around on their feet for another object to carry them up to their destination, than get there quickly on the feet they were blessed with for the very purpose. It was just one way to stay in shape. He didn't run and didn't desire a gym membership. Gym memberships were for people that liked to brag about how in shape they were. He was far from it.

The hooded figure opened the door to his floor and Harry skipped a step just to catch who they were. Uriel never wore anything but his McDonalds uniform home. The creaky door opened again and he rounded the bend just in time. The hooded person used a key to open 202 and slam the door shut after them. Harry blinked.

Well now he knew they didn't want to be welcomed in. 

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It was 2 am when Harry came around. The glow from the television illuminated the ceiling, flashing on and off. Weed wasn't good anymore. Maybe he ought to try something stronger, like acid. Maybe he would see colors rather than this grey peeling ceiling.

He thought to call James when he looked at the clock. It was 2, James was asleep or fulfilling orders elsewhere and he didn't feel up to it enough to discuss business with a drug dealer right now. But what did he know? He couldn't feel at all right now.

It's when he thought he was going to die here, seeing grey flashes on a grey ceiling. That's when colorful music blasted through his apartment doors. It blasted the doors off and flooded the apartment with lyrics of soul and beauty and poetry.

What shit was this laced with?

But the weed was not laced at all, it was just the new neighbor. The new neighbor filled his apartment with blue and purple and orange music. The new neighbor filled his world with color. He was confused, slightly. But he liked it, kinda. He sat up on the edge of his bed, listening more intently to what the song was. He didn't recognize the artist but her words were beautiful, so beautiful it made her sound like a beautiful person. He wanted to know the artist. He wanted to know the neighbor; people that shared beautiful music deserved to be rewarded but he knew his philosophy would never be gone through with. He was just a shy unbloomed flower, it's edges soon to brown and curl wither in death.

So he lay back down, appreciating the beauty the new neighbor shared with him today. He wished to meet them but knew he never would. 

short yea i know but we're getting to the good parts, share what you think about this chapter!